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just two magickal besties with a gift for self deception
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TWST Dorms Leaders X Male!EAHRaven!Yuu Head-canons
Sorry for lack of Leona and Azul. I really wanted to add them I just had writer’s block and wanted to get this out before I forgot. I’ll probably add them in a separate post another time
🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹
In my opinion there’s nothing about you that would stick out to him immediately
Looks wise, you actually fit right in for the school of villains
It would be your kindness that he is drawn to
That and #mommyissues
You are both very damaged individuals who lack control in your lives due to mothers that cared more about your legacy than they did your happiness
But where Riddle craves control, you function generally well without it unless it has great affect on you
Your kind and selfless personality gives him hope he can eventually heal from the childhood he never got to have
He very much appreciates your patience and softness with him, especially in his times of need
You are very used to dealing with extreme personalities
I mean your best friend is the mad hatter’s kid and you attended the same school as the child of THE queen of hearts
Safe to day you know the ropes
When Riddle hears you’ve met the queen of hearts he’ll go FERAL
He’ll hide it of course but will ask tons of questions about her
You will likely discuss over a cup of tea
He gives Nevermore her own chair and teacup
Nevermore and the dormouse are unexpected besties
When you show him your wonderland fit he’d almost cry out of joy
This also makes him that much more upset you’re not in his dorm
You tell him you remind him of a friend of yours, Lizzie Hearts
He doesn’t know who that is but he’s happy he reminds you of someone close to you
🥳Kalim Al-Asim🥳
Met in pop music club
You start talking about each of your individual music tastes and show each other some songs
This encourages him to throw a party dedicated to said songs
He reminds you of Briar bless his heart
Because of his sort of happy go lucky nature you often find yourself being naturally protective of him or just ensuring he doesn’t die doing something dumb
Jamil is incredibly thankful for you
He’ll always compliment your style since it’s kind of the complete opposite of his
You offer to do some darker makeup on him
He can barely sit still with excitement
Refuses to take it off the whole day
He’ll find and give you gothic themed jewelry
You love having someone here who doesn’t care about your power or looks, just your personality
You take him on rides with Nevermore
He feeds Nevermore any of his leftovers so she likes him a lot
You two plus the rest of the pop music club started a band
This band got A LOT of attention
People are always gushing over you and Kalim’s relationship
🦚Vil Schoenheit🦚
He wants to meet your mom so bad
You are the only person he would praise so hard
Not even because of your mom, simply because of your strength and looking fabulous while doing it
You will do each other’s makeup all the time
Only person he trusts with picking out his clothes
You often teach him magic spells or powerful potions
He’s never simped more
He sympathizes with the history you have with your mother
That doesn’t stop him from praising her accomplishments but he keeps it strictly objective
You two bond over having a Snow White themed annoyance in your life
If music is something you want tu pursue in your life he’ll pull any strings he needs to make it happen
He likes Nevermore but more from a distance
She’s undeniably magnificent but he can’t let his clothes get wrinkled
If you tell him that you fought and defeated the Evil Queen
He just might bow at your feet/hj
No but seriously marry him
That’s so attractive
He doesn’t care that he’s in a dorm meant for honoring her you are the epitome of the Evil Queen’s image
But in a nice way
He’s aware you don’t plan on being unnecessarily evil
He’s so in love help him
👾Idia Shroud👾
Idia would remind you of Dexter
Shy but with a heart of gold
Well you assume he has a heart of gold
It’s kinda hard to get to know someone when they keep running from you
But after Idia has done enough running, it gives you the chance to finally strike up a normal conversation
They start off with music since you are quite the fan but slowly go into online forums and video games
Idia thinks you’re hella cool after this
Idia anxiously invites you to play a couple games with him sometime
It’s an enthusiastic yes from on your end
After teaching you the basics you get the hang pretty quickly and start dominating any game you two play
Idia feels you’re finally prepared for the big guns
Meaning shooter games and voice chat with depraved men who live in their momma’s basement😔✊/hj
Idia and you wipe the floor with your opponents
This is when Idia REALLY starts to notice his feelings for you
He will constantly gift you better and better tech to listen to or stream your music
Having a bf who can lift things with their mind is a huge W too
And speaking of magic he is absolutely FLOORED by your power
There are a lot more restrictions to power in his world but if your good enough to handle it, it’s almost like a free for all at EAH
ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE ABLE TO DEFEAT ONE OF THE GREAT SEVEN
AND YOU HAVE A PET DRAGON
He will bow at your feet and always mumble about how OP you are much to your confusion
You still love him tho :D
Compliment him on his hair or gaming skills, he’ll blush like crazy if it’s coming from you
🐉Malleus Draconia🐉
Relates HEAVILY on what it feels like to be feared due to your ancestors or even just your looks
When you hear all the talk about him being “evil” n such that just makes you all the more determined to actually get to know him
One day you take up Lilia’s offer on approaching their table
You spend lunch with them for the day (Adeuce is horrified and Sebek is staring daggers)
Malleus is both intrigued by your world and boldness
You take any chance you can to sit next to him in classes and he gladly does the same
You introduce him to your music tastes
He doesn’t understand it but he’s trying
In exchange he info dumps about gargoyles to you
He’s ecstatic to have someone that will enthusiastically listen and ask questions
You will often dress him up in styles similar to what you would wear back at EAH
He will dress you up in traditional Briar Valley clothing
Is someone else who is heavily impressed by your magic
Like I said you would probably be one of the most powerful in Twisted Wonderland because of the freedom you have with your abilities
This kind of makes you two the scariest power couple at NRC
If you tell him you defeated one of the great seven he’ll just stare at you like 😀
Nevermore loves him and he spoils her with what he can
He will not hesitate to make you his king of the Valley of Thorns
#malleus x yuu#vil x yuu#kalim x male reader#riddle x yuu#idia x yuu#idia shroud#malleus draconia#vil schoenheit#riddle rosehearts#kalim al asim#twst vil#twst riddle#twst idia#twst malleus#twst kalim#twst x yuu#male reader#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland#disney twst#ever after high#raven queen
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MAD TEA PARTY EXCERPT FROM “Alice’s Salacious Adventures in Wonderland”
After a few minutes of walking through a quiet forest, Alice arrived at an enormous house that must have belonged to the Hare for the path ended there. In front of the house was a long table decorated with china teacups, teapots, teakettles, and teaspoons. Two men sat with a sleeping woman between them. One of the men had a Roman nose and big jaw, wore an orange shirt and green vest, and an enormous top hat. Clearly, the Hatter. His orange shirt sported a picture of a teapot on it. Ridiculous. Shirts with tea illustrations on them. Such tea-shirts would never stay in fashion long.
The other man was, well, yum. The signs must have made a spelling error. The sign should have read “Bare,” not “Hare.” This other man was naked, muscle-clad, and covered with hair. The woman had a beautiful flow of blonde hair draped over her shoulders. She, too, was naked. She slept leaning back in her chair.
As Alice approached, their discussion became more distinct.
“Some more tea?” the Hatter asked the Hare.
“Yes, please.”
The Hatter poured, but as far as she could tell, nothing came out of the spout.
“Milk?” the Hatter asked.
“Yes, please,” the Hare replied.
The Hatter placed the empty teacup directly under the woman’s breast and tweaked her nipple. The woman giggled in her sleep and her nipple hardened, but no milk had come from it.
She did a quick check and squeezed her own nipple. No milk.
She walked to the table as the Hatter handed the teacup past the woman to the Hare.
It wasn’t until Alice took a seat across from the three that the Hatter noticed her.
“You can’t sit there,” the Hatter said. “There isn’t enough room.”
“There’s plenty of room,” Alice protested.
“Alright then,” the Hatter said. “If you want to join us, you must figure out the one thing that is wrong with this poem. ‘Twinkle twinkle goes your eye, as I finger you to cry. Moan above my fingers’ thrusts, like a tortured soul of lust.’”
She scowled.
“Well?” the Hatter asked.
“Well, everything seems wrong with that poem.” She folded her arms across her chest.
“Ha! You can’t find the one thing, can you?”
“I give up,” she said. “What’s the one thing wrong with it?”
“Beats me.” The Hatter turned to the Hare. “Do you know?”
The Hare shrugged, his flexed muscles glistening in the sunlight.
The woman blurted out, “I love you, Hare!” and mumbled back into sleep.
“Well then, have some more tea, Mr. Hare.” The Hatter poured another cup of emptiness.
“Milk?” the Hatter asked.
“Of course,” the Hare said.
The Hatter pinched the woman’s nipple again, over the empty cup. She giggled and then snored.
Alice asked, “Why do you pinch her nipples all the time?”
The Hatter said, “Why, to get milk for our tea, of course.”
“But there is no milk.”
“There is no tea, either,” sighed the Hatter. “Honestly. Do keep up.”
The woman shouted, “I love you, Hatter!” and mumbled back to sleep.
“Who is she, anyway?” Alice asked.
The Hare said, “This is Minnie. The most wonderful woman in the world.”
Minnie cried out, “Kiss, please!”
The Hare kissed Minnie’s lips until Minnie fell back to sleep.
He turned to Alice and said, “Would you like to hear a story? Minnie tells the best stories!”
“Yes, very much!” Alice said.
The Hatter lovingly brushed Minnie’s hair past her ear and whispered, “Minnie, wake up. It’s story time.”
Minnie’s eyes fluttered from a dream. She looked back and forth between the Hatter and the Hare.
“Oh, good,” she said smiling. “It wasn’t just a dream.”
The Hare kissed her cheek and said, “It’s story time.”
“But I don’t have a book to read from.”
Alice jumped in.
“I have a book.” She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the title. “But it’s broken.”
“How can a book be broken?” asked Minnie.
“It says, ‘The Story of OMH,’ but that’s not right.”
“Let me see,” said the Hatter with an outstretched arm.
He took the book and showed it to Minnie.
Minnie said, “You’re correct. That’s not right.”
Alice nodded.
“It doesn’t say, ‘The Story of OMH,’” Minnie said. “It says ‘The Story of O.’”
“Really?” Alice said. She rounded the table to look over Minnie’s shoulder. As far as she could see, it read, The Story of OMH. She took the book from Minnie’s hands and read to herself the beginning. “Old Mother Hubbard lived in a cupboard…”
“You better read it aloud.” She gave the book back to Minnie. “It seems to work with you.”
Minnie started on page one and it was just how Alice remembered it. The starting scenes of O meeting her lover René at the park, taking the taxi ride, taking off her panties, and René removing her bra before arriving at a chateau. The scene where O is bathed by two chambermaids, then dressed in a collar and bracelets and cape and paraded in front of anonymous men.
Alice, the Hatter, and the Hare listened in silence as the erotic words left Minnie’s lips. The Hatter and Hare gazed upon Minnie with love in their eyes. Such a contrast to The Story of O. Every so often, the Hatter and the Hare drank from their teacups. Alice ignored the ridiculousness of them drinking nothing and listened to Minnie’s reading.
“‘Finally, finished with her, they moved away...’” Then Minnie stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Alice asked.
“What do they mean by ‘finished’?” Minnie said.
“You know,” she said. “They had an orgasm.”
“What’s an ‘orgasm’?” Minnie asked.
How confusing. Did Minnie have the same problem with reaching climax?
“You know when you have sex?” she asked.
The Hatter said, “Male or female?”
“No,” she said. “Sex like what they were talking about in the book.”
The Hare said, “They weren’t talking about gender?”
“No!”
Minnie murmured, “I think I may have completely misunderstood this story.”
The Hare and Hatter looked at Minnie and nodded sympathetically.
Alice observed the three of them. They seemed to love each other so much. And without having made love. Perhaps she could be the one to take them to a whole new height of appreciating each other. With both the Hatter and the Hare, there was ample penetration that could even provide Minnie with the orgasm she so deserved.
“I’ll do it,” Alice said.
“Do what?” The Hatter asked.
“I’ll show you what an orgasm is, and while I’ll definitely be able to get you guys to experience one, Minnie, I’ll do my best to make sure you have one, too.”
“Yay!” Minnie said. “Do I get to choose its color?”
She chuckled. “Orgasms don’t come in different colors,” she said.
“Then I guess I’ll have it in its normal color,” Minnie said.
Alice moved dishes, cups, saucers, and spoons down to the far end of the table.
“Hare,” she said, “I need you to lie down on the table.”
“Face up or face down?”
“Face up,” she said.
The Adonis lay his naked, muscled body on the table. His hairy chest filled and emptied with each breath. His penis rested flaccid at his hips. His strong legs and arms looked clenched even in their relaxed state.
“Minnie,” she said. “You need to kiss the Hare on the lips.”
“It’s a kiss?” asked Minnie. “Well, in that case, I’ve had puh-lenty of orgasms!”
She smiled. “The orgasm comes later. For now, love him with your kisses.”
Meanwhile, I’ll give him a hand job to make him hard.
Minnie sat in the chair beside the Hare’s head and looked into his eyes. Alice was about to reach for the Hare’s cock but stopped when she saw Minnie wasn’t kissing him.
Minnie sat there, and the two of them looked into each other’s eyes. Alice couldn’t believe it but watching them interact this way made her pulse race.
Minnie moved her head closer to his, still gazing into his eyes.
Amazing. He was getting hard just anticipating the kiss.
Alice watched the Hare’s cock come to life, growing bigger, increasing every inch their lips came closer together.
Alice’s nipples hardened.
Lord, this is so hot!
At last, Minnie kissed the Hare full on the mouth. The Hare pulsed, his length bobbed, aching for attention.
“Okay, Minnie,” she said. “You can stop kissing him and come over here. Now I want you to—”
Minnie continued to kiss the Hare.
For goodness sake!
“Minnie! Wake up!”
Minnie separated from the kiss but kept her eyes fixed on the Hare who smiled up at her.
“Now, come sit here”—she pointed to the Hare’s waist—“with a knee on either side of him.”
“That’s a funny way to sit,” Minnie said. But she climbed atop the Hare letting his cock nuzzle against her cleft.
“Now rock your hips back and forth on top of him.”
Minnie placed her hands on his abs and shifted forward and back along his length.
“Mmm. I quite like this trick,” Minnie said with a breathy voice.
“As do I.” The Hare took her hands in his. He watched the rapture in her face and seemed to take more pleasure with that.
“As do I,” the Hatter said.
The crazy man had a spoon stuffed down his pants like he was using it as a back scratcher but for his itches in other places.
Minnie brought the Hare’s hands upon her breasts, pushing them against her nipples. The Hare got the message and massaged them. Minnie arched her back, her head tilted up to enjoy the feel of skin and sunshine.
Alice had to make sure Minnie was good and wet for the Hare. She buried her fingers between Minnie and the Hare, feeling the moisture between Minnie’s folds, noticing the slickness of the Hare’s pulsating cock. Whoa. They were ready, alright. They felt like they had been ready for months.
“Sit up off of him,” she told Minnie.
Minnie kept right on moving her hips and looked at her with pleading eyes, “Do I have to?”
She placed a gentle hand on her face and smiled.
“Just for a moment,” she said. “I promise.”
Minnie sighed and positioned herself above the Hare, revealing the Hare’s impressive length. His hardness must have doubled in size from the attention Minnie gave him.
Alice wrapped her hand around the Hare’s cock and pointed it up at Minnie’s center.
“Okay, Minnie,” she said, “It’s time for you and the Hare to become one. Sit back down, take him inside of you. As slow as you need.”
She expected Minnie to require a gradual filling of her pussy. First the head of the Hare pushing past the entrance, time to feel that, to accommodate to his size. Then a slow inch further, overcoming any discomfort, letting subtle pain become pleasure. Releasing moans of delight. A slow inch further, and further, to fill her completely, with caution and attention to the sensations.
But that was not the case. Minnie drifted down onto the Hare in one movement. She must have been so wet inside, the Hare’s shaft clearly soothed and satisfied her aches more than caused any. To confirm her suspicion, Minnie’s face turned to rapture, and Minnie screamed out the Hare’s name.
The Hatter ran beside Minnie. “Oh, my love. You look positively stunning!”
He guided her chin with a delicate hand to his face and kissed her full on the lips. Minnie wrapped her arms around the Hatter’s head. Kissed him back with a passion Alice longed for. Minnie eased up off of the Hare, revealing much of his shaft, and impaled herself upon him once more. Her kiss with the Hatter became several deep kisses, one after the other, as she moved up and down the Hare, letting him fill her, again and again.
The naked Hare moaned. He met Minnie’s movements by thrusting up into her as she came down, his hairy chest covered with the rising dew of sweat. He kept right on handling Minnie’s breasts, lifting them, brushing his fingers across her nipples, gently tweaking them.
Minnie broke from the Hatter’s kiss, apparently to enjoy the sensations the Hare triggered at her core. The Hare shoved into her faster. No doubt, he would have no trouble with his climax, but would their exertions be enough for Minnie to have her own? Minnie was properly stuffed with a man’s cock, but she could be penetrated in other places.
To make sure Minnie had an orgasm, Alice looked at the Hatter. He had his pants open, his length in his hand. It was long and narrow. That was good. But she was not so sure the Hatter would be careful enough for what she had in mind.
She stepped to the Hatter, took hold of his cock, and stroked him gently.
“Hatter,” she said, “watch carefully what I do so you know how to do it later with this magnificent tool of yours.”
She kissed his cheek and gave his cock a squeeze before letting it go. She looked at Minnie and the Hare. Minnie sat planted firmly on the Hare, completely filled with his length, and moved her hips back and forth, keeping his full cock inside of her.
“Yes!” Minnie cried out, the open air kissing her body. “Oh, yes!”
The Hare grunted and growled as Minnie used his cock to stir inside of her. He ground his pelvis in circles against her.
Alice took off her panties and placed them on the tea table. The Hatter returned to pumping himself, the others let their moans echo through the tree-sized plants. Alice climbed behind Minnie, knees on either side of the Hare’s thighs. She moved Minnie’s golden hair over to bare the nape of her neck. Kissed her there once, twice, and hugged Minnie from behind. Alice rested her head against Minnie’s neck and shoulder. She placed her hands over the Hare’s, pressing them onto Minnie’s breasts. She squeezed Minnie’s body tight. Holding her. Loving her. She felt Minnie’s warmth through the front of her dress.
“This is the kind of love you deserve,” Alice whispered. “The kind of love every woman deserves.”
Minnie moaned.
Alice squeezed her tight. Minnie leaned her body into Alice, letting Alice hold her. When Minnie leaned her head back onto Alice’s shoulder, Alice kissed Minnie’s neck, tenderly, gently, in the fragile place behind the chin. Minnie sighed and continued to gyrate full with the Hare’s thickness.
She released Minnie. She picked up a teapot beside her. Its spout was long and narrow. Alice ran a finger around the ceramic lip.
“This teapot feels like rubber.” She stroked around the mouth of the spout and felt it get softer, more flexible. She placed the teapot under her dress in front of her waist with the spout poking out her dress. “This teapot is like having my own penis.”
Her waist tingled. The handle of the teapot melted warm into her skin, the back of the teapot collapsed onto her, all until she was left with the spout attached to her waist.
With the dress draping on either side of the spout, allowing the spout to protrude from under her dress, she moved closer to Minnie. She placed her hands on Minnie’s shoulders, and whispered, “Bend over and hug the Hare close to your body.”
As Minnie rested her body down, Alice planted kisses along her spine. Minnie and the Hare kissed each other. The Hare thrust into her. Alice caressed the Hare’s warm sac and traced the line underneath with her finger. It was slick from the juices flowing out of Minnie.
With her other hand, she traced the line on Minnie’s now exposed skin leading to her other entrance. Not as slick, so Alice joined the Hare by putting a finger alongside the Hare’s cock. She pushed her finger inside Minnie’s pussy and felt the underside of the Hare’s cock pushing back and forth against it. The stroking sensation Alice was giving the Hare must have been good for him, for he called out, “Yes!”
By the way Minnie moaned in response, stretching Minnie’s walls with her finger did good things for her, too.
Alice pushed in another.
She twirled her fingers inside Minnie, alongside the Hare’s length, working to get her fingers as wet as possible.
“Incredible,” Minnie cried.
She removed her hand and traced Minnie’s other opening with the moistened pads of her fingers. She placed kisses on Minnie’s lower back and with her other hand clutching Minnie’s bottom, she pushed her open and slid a finger inside.
“Mmm,” Minnie said through her kiss with the Hare, and Minnie clenched tight around her finger.
This isn’t going to be wet enough.
She looked at the spout sticking out of her and said, “This spout is like it has a never-ending supply of delicious, warm tea.”
She placed her hands at the lip of the spout, tilted the spout down, and collected the warm water in her hands. She rubbed the spout with her wet hands and brought the lip to Minnie’s dark entrance. She grabbed hold of Minnie’s fleshy cheeks and opened her to more easily accept this additional penetration. The tip of the spout pushed past Minnie’s clenching hole. Minnie gasped.
“Hatter,” Alice said. “You see how I’m being very slow?”
“Yes.” The Hatter rubbed his cock. “Slowly, slowly.”
Minnie resisted Alice’s penetration. She stopped pushing.
“Help Minnie relax,” she told the Hatter.
The Hatter stood beside Minnie, stroking her hair and whispered words to help her relax. Minnie responded by grabbing the Hatter’s cock and taking him in her lips. The Hatter cried out with shouts of pleasure. Minnie let her mouth drip freely, coating the Hatter with whatever wetness remained in her.
Alice looked at her spout and watched the tea pour in and spill out of Minnie, and when she felt less resistance, she pushed the spout in deeper.
“You’re doing great,” she called out to Minnie.
“Yes,” the Hatter said. “You’re doing great!”
She smiled. The Hatter was referring to something else.
Minnie presented less resistance again, so she pushed in deeper.
Minnie let the Hatter’s shaft fall from her mouth, dripping with saliva, and called out, “More, more!”
Alice glided in and out of Minnie, kneading her ass with her hands. Minnie rested her head on the Hare’s shoulder. Perhaps Minnie was fully concentrating on feeling Alice and the Hare thrust in and out of her. The Hare kissed her wherever he could reach. The Hatter’s slick-coated cock awaited more attention.
Alice said, “Hatter, it’s your turn.”
The Hatter went to Alice.
“Get behind me and kneel like me,” she said.
He placed a knee on either side of the Hare’s legs.
Alice lifted the back of her dress to bare her pussy, and leaned over Minnie.
“Ok, Hatter. Now that you’re behind me, go inside me. Remember how I did it.”
“Slowly, slowly,” he said.
“Right.” She placed her head and hands on Minnie’s back, keeping the spout inside Minnie, and she waited for the Hatter’s tip to penetrate her pussy.
When it did, she opened her eyes wide. He had pushed the head of his cock inside her, alright, but at the wrong opening. She wasn’t expecting to get her ass filled. But oh, it felt so good! The head slid right in having been slick with Minnie’s saliva.
The Hatter leaned over without pushing further and stroked Alice’s hair.
“Lovely,” he said tracing her cheek with his fingertips.
She shivered at his touch. So gentle. So dear. Goosebumps tingled her arms and down her back. At the same time, she felt her core flush with heat. She clenched around the Hatter’s length, wanting him to experience orgasm but seeing no way he could possibly stick that huge thing any deeper. Should she tell him to pull out and prep himself clean for her pussy? No. She didn’t want him to leave. At least, not yet. Having him fill her ass made her throb in places inside of her that she didn’t even know existed.
She hadn’t thought about it before, but perhaps she had never climaxed because she had been pleasing the wrong passage.
She slid a hand down past the spout between her legs and found the nub to stimulate. She rubbed herself with her fingertips, enjoying the new sensation behind her, and relaxed.
And the Hatter pushed deeper.
She wrapped her free arm around Minnie’s torso and held her tight as she rubbed herself faster. That cock felt hot, hot, hot, opening her wide, turning on waves of energy through her body.
The Hatter placed his hands on Alice’s shoulders and massaged them.
“You’re lovely,” he said. “So lovely.”
She rested her fingers at her clit and enjoyed how the Hatter’s hands massaged away the tension in her shoulders.
And the Hatter pushed deeper.
Hot! So hot! Her hand hastened, alternating between rubbing herself and sticking two fingers inside of her. Her two fingers became three when the Hatter pushed his remaining length into her, filling her completely. Right then, she had an immense appreciation for Minnie. There ought to be an award for any girl who can fully take a shaft inside each of her passages, much less just one from behind as she was feeling now.
The Hatter stayed there, keeping her fully stuffed. He leaned over and placed kisses on her back. She clenched around him, relishing his thickness penetrating her.
She closed her eyes. Taking in the moment. She could feel the Hatter’s hands on her shoulders again, kneading out the stiffness there. She could hear Minnie and the Hare kissing each other again. She could smell the lust wafting up from their bodies’ cores. She kissed Minnie’s back and could taste the salty sweat upon her.
“You are so lovely,” the Hatter said.
She pushed her hips forward—enough to ease a bit of the Hatter’s length out of her—then arched back against him. The re-entrance was as fiery as when he first inched that thick cock into her, and just as smooth, thanks to Minnie’s tongue.
She repeated the small movement. Back and forth, controlling the in and out strokes of his cock.
Minnie moaned. Oh, right. Moving her hips forward to relieve herself of the Hatter’s shaft pushed the spout deeper into Minnie.
Alice started up a slow rhythm, moving forward to delve into Minnie, moving back to take more of the Hatter’s lovely cock. She moaned with the rush.
Hot! Hot! Hot! His thickness opened her wide and she rubbed herself with rapid fingertips. The Hare joined the rhythm, thrusting into Minnie as Alice moved out.
“Yes!” Minnie called out. “Faster!”
Alice grabbed hold of Minnie’s waist and thrust inside her tea-filled hole. The Hatter followed suit. The Hatter held her waist and thrust his full length into her, pushing her deeper into Minnie.
“That’s it!” Minnie shouted. “Yes!”
The Hatter focused on a constant shuttling of his long cock. The blissful heat set Alice ablaze. She went back to rubbing her clit as the Hatter did the work, thrusting into Alice, pushing her into Minnie. His strokes shoved into both the women, and they moved together, jolted together, cried out together.
Alice felt connected to Minnie like twins experiencing the same feelings. She slid her free hand down Minnie’s arm, found Minnie’s hand, and clasped tight. Together they held hands, and the Hatter thrust into them, drove into them, filling them. The Hare kissed Minnie deeply.
Alice understood the love the Hare had for Minnie because Alice, too, wanted to make sure Minnie felt the loving orgasm she so deserved.
The Hatter throbbing in her dark channel. He was close.
And that was all due to me. Lovely Alice. The Hatter feels this way because of me.
“Oh!” cried Minnie. “I think I’m going to explode!”
“Me too!” the Hare said.
“Yes.” Alice smiled. “That’s an orgasm. Let it happen.”
Minnie cried out and the Hare cried out at the same time.
Their beautiful bodies tensed, shook, and shuddered, and she rammed three fingers deep inside herself.
Her walls pulse around her fingers. She squeezed her eyes shut. She screamed. Her muscles tensed. She clenched around the Hatter’s cock. All her nerves erupted. She had visions of fire sparks bursting, green and blue, red and orange. The Hatter thrust and pinned his waist against hers, and his seed filled deep within her uncharted passage.
And Alice realized she was wrong. Orgasms do come in different colors.
She opened her eyes, head spinning and dizzy. And soon she felt the table at her knees, the cool air blowing against her legs and face, and the heat of Minnie at her chest and the Hatter softening within her.
The four of them stayed still, all of them connected. All of them one. Her legs felt wobbly. She had to rest on Minnie’s back. The Hatter lay on top of Alice. She felt the weight of his love. It made the love feel solid. Real.
“Okay,” Minnie said. “I’m getting squished.”
The Hatter climbed off the table, and Alice carefully pulled out of Minnie, backing up on the table.
The Hatter caressed Alice’s face and said, “Lovely. Thank you.”
She smiled and kissed his cheek.
Minnie and the Hare held each other. The Hatter went to their side. When they saw him, they each reached out an arm to him. The Hatter put his head close to theirs to hug them as best as he could.
I believe I actually had an orgasm. Maybe that was all it took, to be penetrated in that untouched passage.
She took the spout in her hands and said, “This is like a regular, ceramic teapot.”
Her waist tingled and the teapot separated itself from her. She set it on the table, climbed off, and put her underwear back on. It was time to move on.
She turned to wish her friends goodbye, but Minnie had turned herself around, lying with her back on the Hare, and now had the Hatter on top of her in her arms. They were in a sweet embrace, in their own world. Better not to disturb them.
She wandered towards the forest.
Wow, I actually had an orgasm.
Since she could climax, she wasn’t a freak after all. She could, in fact, love a man as much as any other girl. And just wait until Carol heard about her successful orgasm!
Alice giggled. “I feel like I’m walking on air!”
Her giggles turned to laughter as she floated above the ground, the earth no longer pinching her feet. She scampered toward the forest of plants letting the puffs of air at her feet lead the way.
EXCERPT FROM “Alice’s Salacious Adventures in Wonderland”
#sexy story time#sexy stories#writers on tumblr#long reads#fairytale smut#smut#smutty#threes0me#er0tica#excerpts#alice in wonderland#fairy tales#fairytale#mad tea party
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Can we have a Retsu mad hatter short story? (Yandere if you want) 😩
Of course now that I’ve introduced him and played with him as that character for a second! So we will leave off from here: https://www.tumblr.com/yandere-writer-momo/717031654378668032/i-want-to-see-the-mad-hatter-retsu
Yandere Baki Short Stories: We’re All Mad Here
Retsu laughed nervously as Hanayama glared at him. The mad hatter shrugging at the red night as he stood up.
“Oh my… didn’t know they were there-“ Retsu then threw a plate at Hanayama’s face before he dashed across the table. The Chinese man snatching you from Hanayama’s hand while the knight was surprised. “How about a cup of tea?!”
Retsu then threw a pot of hot tea at the knight who dodged. The knight’s face red with anger. Jun and Kozue quickly rose up from the table and ran off so they wouldn’t face Hanayama’s wrath.
“After the Hatter! Get Alice!” Retsu then ran up the hill as the hounds began to chase him. You clung to your tea pot in fear. Your heart beating erratically in your chest. What on earth was going on?
Retsu narrowly avoided the hounds before reaching the forest. The hatter waving his hands in the air to catch the attention of Oliva.
The Cheshire Cat quickly helped Retsu up into the trees before chasing away the dogs. Retsu sighed in relief before he glanced at you.
“Sorry about that. It’s not quite as safe as it used to be here in wonderland…”
“Wonderland? Is that where I am?” You asked as Retsu smiled at you.
“Yes! And since you are a foreigner, the Red King wants to meet you.” Retsu explained as he stood up on top of the tree branch and began walking away with you. “Thank you, my dear friend Oliva!”
Oliva simply gave the two do you a winks before disappearing into thin air. You never could quite understand the illusion cat.
“The Red King?” You asked with a nervous smile as Retsu nodded. “Why would he want me?”
“There’s a prophecy here in wonderland!” Retsu chuckled as he made his way up some cobblestone steps and into a cottage that looked just like a giant too hat. “Whoever gets their hands on the Alice, gets eternal happiness… or was it love… maybe it was power!”
Retsu laughed before clearing his throat. “I’m sorry about that. I’m just a bit… mad in the head.”
“Who is the Red King? What is Alice?” Retsu scooped you up in his hand before setting you on his red sofa chair. A smile on his face.
“You ask an awful lot of questions.” Retsu then handed her a pink sugar cookie that read ‘eat me’ on it. “Two bites and you’ll be back to normal size. Then we can discuss as much as we can. Or as much as you can handle!”
You hesitantly took bites, making a face at how sweet the cookie was. Your body growing back up to your regular height.
“Perfect! But any foreigner is known as Alice. It’s just rare we get foreigners here in wonderland because wonderland doesn’t approve of just about anybody!” Retsu smiles as he begins to make her some tea. “You’re special!”
You didn’t really understand the logics of this strange land but so far, Retsu didn’t seem crazy to you.
“The Red King is the ruler of the Hearts! He forces his servants to paint white roses red and everything has to be perfect or off with your head!” Retsu shouted the last part and slammed his fist into the counter. “We all fear him… but we also fear the White King.”
“There’s another king?” You ask as Retsu hands you a cup of tea with a sweet smile.
“Oh yes! Drink some tea and relax as I tell you about him… The monstrous White King is a terrifying man! He’s as big as a house and his teeth are made of titanium! He’d probably take a chunk right out of your arm like it was candy.” Retsu fibbed to you as he talked with his arms. “But he wouldn’t kill you for upsetting him. It’s best we don’t speak of either of them.”
You nodded your head as you took a sip of the bittersweet tea. You did your best not to make a face to upset Retsu.
“But you’re safe here with me. We can drink tea and chat all day for the rest of our days!” Retsu smiled at you as you raised an eyebrow.
“What are you talking about-“ You felt your body start to slump into the chair. Your whole body feeling relaxed.
“Oh I finally have you nice and safe, Alice! No one can hurt you here.” Retsu ran his fingers through your hair. “When you wake up, you will refer to me as your husband. It’s what you’ll remember me as.”
As you were in and out of consciousness, Retsu began to hum the bridal chorus. A fit of giggles escaping his lips.
“Oh yes! It was love!”
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The Mad Hatter kinnie went off the rails
I am only recently familiar with Tetch so this took a lot of research, design discussion time !!
Prefacing this with the fact my Jervis is genderqueer and uses he/she pronouns.
As a child Jervis Tetch was bounced around the foster care system with his sister. During this time Jervis and his sister only had each other and they found comfort in fiction specifically the stories of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There". Jervis was especially attached to the stories, and the two siblings nicknamed each other "Hatter" (Jervis) and "Alice" (her sister who I don't have an actual name for yet). When they were younger the siblings would often hold pretend tea parties inspired by Lewis Carroll's works. As a child Jervis was often bullied often over two things, a combination of genetics and stunted growth because of a lack of food for years on end resulted in Jervis being particularly short (4'9 as an adult to be exact) plus her generally odd looks, and her being autistic and having some "weird" habits and quirks. The bullying and being in the foster care system and a myriad of other traumatic events and circumstances did nothing good for Jervis' mental health and over time he developed paranoid schizophrenia although his symptoms weren't too bad till later in life. As an adult Jervis managed to go to university and eventually became a neural scientist at Wayne Enterprises, she began developing her mind control technology during this time and hypnosis skills (idk how else to describe that).
As adults Jervis and "Alice" stuck together and shared an apartment (I would like to clarify there was 0 incest I don't fuck with that shit and I do not want to write a character like that, yes I'm using the sister idea but unlike Gotham (the show) there is no incest). Except this apartment was in a really shitty part of Gotham (I mean all of Gotham was shitty but like in one of the worst areas) and one day their apartment was robbed and Alice was murdered. This event triggered essentially a psychotic break and Jervis had an episode convinced he was the Mad Hatter, and he kidnapped women with similar features to his sister in his attempts to "find Alice" although she considered most to be "the wrong Alice" and they would be killed. She was caught though and thrown into Arkham pretty quickly.
Further explanation of her mental health just because I want to explain it. Jervis experiences periods of lucidity where he is calm, aware of his actions, and experiences minimal hallucinations. But then she also experiences bad episodes where he experiences extreme hallucination, delusion, lost time, paranoia, etc. His hallucinations are centred around Alice in Wonderland. During his episodes she will often take hallucinogens and other drugs to maintain and further her hallucinations (idk if that would work irl I haven't done much research into hallucinogens and schizophrenia but it sounds logical). His episodes vary in severity and can be quite mild sometimes and her extreme episodes are surprisingly rare. Anyway with his crimes Jervis uses mind control technology, although it's not full control it's more of an influence and a suggestion, if an individual has absolutely 0 inclination or want to do something then they more then likely won't do something, but human beings are complicated so usually they'll do what Jervis wants even if they require a little extra push to do so. Also generally Jervis speaks in rhyme and using Alice in Wonderland quotes, but these quirks are especially bad during his episodes where she speaks solely in rhyme and quotes.
Outfit time, I drew two Hatter fits because Jervis is essentially irrelevant before he's the Mad Hatter. She sticks to mostly blues and oranges and using patterns to create interest, although occasionally wears much more chaotic outfits both colour and accessory wise. I think overtime her outfits would become more disheveled and patchworked. In Arkham somehow Jervis made a paper mache hat, idk when or how but I'm guessing they let him keep it assuming if he's happy and calm then she's less likely to have an episode (although they've got her on so many drugs he's barely human anyway). Oh and the watch with his outfits is basically because his mind control is a combination between his technology as well as good old fashion persuasion and hypnosis, and just the watch helps with it.
As already stated Jervis is genderqueer and uses he/she pronouns, idk his sexuality I didn't put any thought into that probably aroace. Jervis has a complicated relationship with Scarecrow, their relationship is positive, they're very close but not romantic, I guess it'd best be described as a queer platonic relationship but honestly I don't think they've ever defined it or even discussed it. When lucid he has a tense friendship with the Riddler, when having an episode he's quite fond of the Riddler. Other than that she's friendly with the other rogues but not overly close with anyone. And that is all I have to say, fuck I wrote a lot about a character I barely even knew existed before a few months ago.
#dc#comics#batman#rogues gallery#jervis tetch#mad hatter#digital art#batman comics#mentioning it here#he uses alice in wonderland related nicknames for the rogues#also she knows a lot of literature and poetry other then alice in wonderland#i feel so bad when it comes to the rogues gallery being mentally ill#but like thats their whole thing#im trying to be as respectful as possible#and im going to use it and arkham to comment on mental health institutions and how the mentally ill are treated#plus the batfam also struggle with mental illness so like in my au everyones struggling#also like im mentally ill and autistic so some shit i give the characters is vaguely me projecting tbh#my art
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ok, loving the vampire au so much rn. obsessed with the world building and i love me some riddlers
but now i'm thinking,,, can we have jervises (jervi??) as vampires???
"Vampire Backgrounds" Mad Hatter Party
YEAAAAA LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO. Lol sorry these got long! I went into a lot more detail on backgrounds for these. Please feel free to ask if I left out something you wanted to know. Also please reference this post for base lore for the au!
Tw: Discussions of mental asylums, ableist and inhumane treatment of the mentally ill, fires, suicide, vampirism, blood, violence, animal dissection and brain experimentation
BTAS
- Mid 1800s around the actual release of The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland. His colleagues find it frivolous and ridiculous a man of his standing and intelligence should like a nonsense children's book.
- You see, Jervis Tetch is what would now be known as a neuroscientist. Unfortunately, it's several decades before several major discoveries in the field and certain... closed-minded beliefs are rampant. He insists phrenology is a fad that will pass as the Humours have in medical treatment. He was right, but it wasn't a popular opinion.
- He finds himself disappearing into that whimsical world as he dissects animals to study the nervous system. Ah, yes, Alice and the Mad Hatter... tea parties and unbirthdays and...
- Jervis holds a lecture on brain dissection and anatomy. He theorizes that it may even be possible to control the movements of other people if certain parts of the nervous system could be isolated- once they figure out what effects what, of course. That's when he meets... her. She introduces herself as Alice. Dark blue eyes and straw blonde hair. A wisdom that he couldn't place. And she wanted to talk to HIM of all people after the lecture!
- It isn't long until she shows her true nature. Alice is a centuries old vampire and she's chosen Jervis with all his intelligence to be her mate. She believes he will give eternal life meaning with his research.
- You see, Alice believes humans are lower beings, a feeling Jervis does not share. She thinks humans should all be controlled, rather like cattle. But, quite frankly, Jervis becomes so enamored with her, particularly after the change... all red flags just look like flags when you're wearing rose-colored glasses.
- ironically, his powers end up allowing him to control people's nervous system for a short duration of time. Together, the two of them drain several cities of blood. Him guiding victims into their hands and Alice trapping them in her weaving web.
- Essentially what happens is she tricks him into luring children to her because she believes "youthful, virgin" blood will sustain her better and increase her powers. "It's not like they matter if no one will miss them." When he sees her gorging herself on the wee babes until they only have droplets of blood left... he sees the horror of it.
- When she offers to turn the children so they can have a "family", it's the last straw. He realizes how much he's been manipulated over decades. He leaves her as shes begging him to stay.
- He continues his research on his own while fully indulging in his more whimsical interests. At one point or another he even took up sewing as well to help with that! He creates a device that magnifies the control he has over someone. There's a whole room of neurology textbooks he's kept track of over the years.
- Still obsessed with the idea of meeting the Alice to his Mad Hatter.
- When he feeds, he's actually a little clumsy because he has large fangs. In his world vampires are out and about. He wants to ask for direct consent for feeding as if its part of an obscure courting ritual. Usually drinks not fresh.
Powers: mind control/puppeteering (enhanced w/ technology), some shapeshifting (rabbit), invisibility.
Arkham
- A true mad hatter in the late 1700s. Unable to get an education to become a neuroscientist here, Jervis went to his second love: clothing and hat making. He had always been an eccentric fellow, but it had made his art flourish and popular. Then the shakes began. The vomiting, the loss of sensation in his fingers. Ever the hard worker, smoothing over pelts for felt, he would not seek treatment.
- The mercury poisoning just got worse, he became irritable and unpredictable in personality. His neighbors reported him as unwell- and he attempted to fight officers. Mr. Tetch was sent to a local overcrowded and understaffed asylum for the mentally ill.
- it was the "treatments" at the asylum that made his mind truly "break." Hours sitting in a freezing bath, isolation in straight jackets, bleeding, mistreatment/abuse by guards, forced sedation and feedings- With each one, his symptoms grew in severity. He began to babble in rhyme and at times acted feral. The only one to provide him true serenity was a night nurse named Alice.
- She was kind. She was sweet. If she had lived longer, she might have even served as a beacon for asylum reform. Alas, there was another patient she showed kindness to, one that spoke of vampirism and madness. He tore the poor girl's throat out. Jervis was turned on accident after attacking the vampire, spilling and mixing their blood.
- Staff attempted to experiment on the brains of both. His master died when the surgery did not work and they attempted daylight therapy. Jervis broke through his bonds with new strength and hunger, massacreing everyone in the room. An escape into the night.
- He would live in the abandoned building where his hattery once was, feeding on stragglers who passed him by. After some time, he found his voice very Suggestive to victims, merely having to look in their eyes and tell them to come to him. He would end up finding a copy of The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland on one of them. He proceeded to make that his entire personality.
- Years passed. The building would be demolished. He was forced to blend in with humans. Using the book, it serves as his blueprint on how to interact with the world.
- yes to this day. No the rhyming never stopped. Most people put him as being really eccentric, thankfully. Even when he talks about Alice and wanting to find them.
- Searching for his Alice has led him to Gotham. It's so difficult trying to find an Alice. So many naughty, wicked creatures posing as Alice. He'll just have to use them to satiate his hunger until he finds the real one...
- Tends to be a little more vicious with feeding. Unless he's actively trying not to hurt someone, it's usually a kill as he drinks deeply.
Powers: Not as strong as he could be because he was not nutured properly. Suggestion/hypnosis, vampire strength, he can float a couple inches off the ground.
Gotham
- technically the youngest- Late 1920s/early 1930s. Life is difficult, particularly when both your parents pass at a young age and you have a sickly younger sister. There was a little money left behind... but not enough to live.
- He runs a hypnosis and magic show to try and make a living for them both. Because of natural talent and skill, he gains a moderate amount of popularity. One night after a show, he was turned by a devoted fan. Alice was allowed to be turned as well due to her illness progressing.
- Their master wasn't unkind, but had an odd sense of... morality. So many people suffering. Starving. Even children. Wouldn't it be better to ease their suffering? Between their hunting and Jervis's hypnosis, there was plenty of blood to go around. Easy enough to justify killing.
- Over the course of several years, Alice would become more and more disillusioned with being a vampire. She attempted to not feed for a while, only sustaining on rats and other small animals. It didn't take long until she became ravenous and killed someone because of her hunger. She came to hate her master and Jervis for turning her into a monster.
- Yet it would be her love for her brother that saved him the night she threw a lit oil lantern into their masters coffin. Jervis pulled them both out of the home when the flames began to spread. He reassured her they would be together forever.
- It was then Alice made an important decision.
- As the fire burned, Alice told her brother goodbye and walked back into the building. She didn't scream as the flames licked her nightgown and then her skin. She smiled and closed her eyes. Peace at last.
- Needless to say, that was all deeply traumatizing for him. He still vividly remembers the smell of her hair burning all this time later. The only thing he has left of hers that wasn't lost is a slightly singed, battered copy of The Adventures of Alice and Wonderland, their favorite. He remembers long distant afternoons where they'd pretend to be in that world when they were hungry and alone. All ash, now.
- He would return to his work, this time traveling with a carnival to avoid too much suspicion before he was already gone in the night.
- When his time went on too long, he'd simply change his name and move to a different group. It isn't until shows like that fell out of popular favor that he branches out on his own. Not allowing anyone too close to keep his secret. It's this isolation from a "normal" life that he realizes how dearly he misses company. His sister had always been with him from the moment she was born.
- Jervis would simply have to find a new Alice. Not his sister, no... a companion. Someone he would protect forever.
- Rather romantic when feeding. Soft kisses and a bite you barely feel. He's dangerous in that you won't know how much trouble you're in until it's too late.
Powers: while his hypnosis is a prior skill rather than a power, he gained the power of Telepathy which just made it that much stronger. Reading minds is a bit of a challenge but he can speak into someone's mind and hear their responses from great distances. Extrasensory perception, mild animal control (they act as familiars).
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If it’s not a bother, I’ve had this idea on my mind ever since the heatwave where I live and was wondering how the rogues (preferably the dork squad + music mister cause I love them but you can put in whoever you want) would react to a s/o who likes to sleep in as little as possible and is just really casual about it
Like the rogue’s decide to stay the night and it’s their first time sleeping in the same bed as their s/o-
(Sorry if I’m not the best at getting my idea across. I’m not used to requesting stuff)
It's ok! From what I got Reader sleep very little but it's first time they sleep with Rogue, yes? If not please correct me.
Riddler
Honesty same, he goes to sleep if he has done his job
If he has stuff to do he just sits with S/O
One time he stayed too late so they proposed him to stay
He got pretty suprised by offer but he agrees asking where the guest room is
Is taken back when S/O said he can sleep with them
Tries to play it casual
But S/O doesn't come to bed, which he should have expected since they often don't
Just tells them to take whatever they're doing to bed, it's weird without them
Just ends up talking most of the night until they fell asleep in each other's arms
Scarecrow
He always let them stay up as much as they wanted since he does the same
When they offered him to stay he was taken back, he have never even been at slumber party; not even talking about staying with a partner
Since S/O didn't really went to bed he accompanied them drinking tea
None of them went to sleep but it was nice
Mad Hatter
He always rebukes them for not going to sleep
When they said he can stay he got red and asked if it's really proper
After getting a permission he grabs every pillow there is in a house and makes a nice big nest for both of them
S/O has to go early to sleep there's no discussion, after tea they brush their teeth and go to bed
Is little nervous but cuddles up to S/O and starts telling story of Wonderland to make them fall asleep faster
Music Meister
Tries to get them to sleep since it helps beauty and voice
Is very happy when they propose to stay with him
Makes masks for the skin care and paint nails, he loves brushing their hair
He goes to bed telling them to go too but they don't feel like it and after a while he just rolls his eyes and goes to sleep
Wakes up few hours later and goes for water just to see S/O sitting in the kitchen
Says enough and drugs them to the bed, cuddle them and tells them to sleep
Next time he wakes up they're there looking peaceful
If only he could take his hands away and make a photo
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The next hatter
Lorali Hightopp, also known as Lori Hatter sneaked up on her father, the Mad Hatter, and engulfed him in a surprise hug "Ah! Lorali! What a pleasant surprise!" Hatter chuckled as he embraced her in return. "Come, come. Let us head back indoors, shall we? It's rather cold out and I'm afraid the sun must be setting soon." his daughter smiled and gave a nod to her father, taking her lady top hat off inside and undoing her twin braids, letting her bright red hair fall to her back. The two of them entered the tea party room, now empty after the guests had left, and Hatter closed the door behind them. "There. Now that we're alone, what brings you here my dear?" Hatter took a seat by the fireplace, Lorali now standing in front of him. " Must I need a reason to see my father?" she asked Hatter let out a hearty chuckle, "Of course not! I just meant as in, Is there something you'd like to speak about? " The smile on his face widened a bit more, "I'm always happy to spend time with you." “I missed you, that is all,” she said, sitting down in front of him "Oh, I missed you too, my dear!" Hatter leaned forward in the chair so that he was more eye-to-eye with Lorali. He then placed his hands on his lap as he tried to think of something to talk about. "How has life been treating you, lately?" Hatter then asked. "Madly as ever" she chuckled Hatter smiled and laughed along with Lorali for a moment before his face turned a bit more serious again. "Lorali my dear, there's something I'd like to discuss with you." she hummed "What is it?" he took a breath"I... I wanted to tell you about a decision I made..." Hatter tried to find the right words as he looked Lorali in the eyes, seeing her expectant expression. "It has to do with... um... it's about me, being the Mad Hatter." Confused she tilted her head "About you being you?" she asked him "Yes... Well, no. I mean, yes, in a way... But... I'll just get to the point, shall I?" Hatter let out a breath, then began speaking again. "Lorali... I'm going to make you a promise." " What is it?" she asked "As you know, I'm getting quite... er...old," Hatter started with a wry chuckle, before growing more serious."I think that it's time for me to pass my hat, so to speak, onto you. I want you to be the new Mad Hatter. The Hatter in charge of this wonderland," Hatter took Lorali's hands in his so that their gaze was no longer broken."You can trust me, right?" she...was surprised, to say the least, Her, the next hatter? That in itself is a huge honor "I mean it, darling... You've got everything you need for it. The brains, the courage, the willpower... You've got it all." Hatter gave her and smile and let go of Lorali's hands to stand up from the chair. He then walked over to her and crouched down, so that their level with each other. "Do me proud, Lorali. Do it for me," Hatter said, softly. "Where will you go?" she asked "Oh, I don't know," Hatter shrugged, still smiling. "Perhaps I'll just retire and live out the rest of my life in peace, you know? I don't really have much of a plan. I've lived a long life, my dear. I think I've done my part." Hatter gently cupped Lorali's face with one hand." And I'm ready to just... let go, now." she hugged her father tightly, It was the legend that when a person retires they disappear, she didn't want to lose him. Hatter, once again, hugged Lorali back tightly.
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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, March 2
KENDRA: She died? (concerned)
BUFFY: Just a little. (defensive)
GILES: She drowned, but she was revived.
WILLOW: So there really are two of them!
~~What's My Line Part Two~~
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HeliosR - Victor Valentine Card story ‘‘A Mad Tea-Party’’
Translation of Victor Valentine’s 3* ‘’Wondrous Tea Party On A Bitter Afternoon’’ card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.
Victor: (....This theory isn’t applicable to these conditions. When the osmotic pressure is regulated, we’ll end up with a reading that’s extremely near, and if that’s the case---)
Nova: Vic, here you go~
Victor: Where’s this suddenly coming from, Nova?
Nova: Don’tcha wanna take a break together since I poured you some tea? We’ve been going at it with researching since yesterday, we oughta take a breather
Victor: Oh my, has that much time passed already.
Nova: Ahaha, the way you looked at that clock reminded me of how you played The Mad Hatter’s role the other day.
Nova: Haven’t you guys held some kind of celebration to wrap up the LOM stuff?
Victor: Hm, I haven’t heard any discussion to do so… If anything, we haven’t done any “wrapping up” of the like up until now.
Nova: Is that so? Then, maybe we could do something about it. Such as…
Nova: Ah, if you become The Mad Hatter again then we could have a mad tea party!
Nova: And since you’ll be at it anyway, let’s make everyone wear their LOM outfits too! Yes yes, a great idea~♪
Victor: I fail to comprehend as to why it’s a necessity to take it that far…
Nova: I just can’t help but want to do bunch of fun things you know~~~
Nova: I mean, look, look at this schedule right here. Research, research, research and research as far as the eye can see…
Nova: Don’t get me wrong, I love research! Like LOVE it, yeah!? But aren’t humans the types that would like to do something else once in a while too?
Victor: Sigh… Well, I do understand why a breather would be needed for someone as you.
Victor: I suppose we’ll invite everyone to a mad tea party, in that case.
Nova: Waah, Vic~!! I knew I could count on you to say that~!
Nova: Okay, I’ll make some sweets and we can just have our party in my lab. Make sure to tell everyone about it
Victor: Very well.
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Gast: C’mon, Ren. You just gotta make up your mind ‘nd go for it
Ren: …..A tea party with Victor is way too suspicious.
Marion: You two are here early.
Gast: Marion. Say somethin’ to Ren too ‘bout this. I was able to drag him this far but he keeps insisting he doesn’t wanna go.
Marion: Ren, it’s normal to be worried but it’ll be fine.
Marion: Victor might be who invited us, however we’ll be at Nova’s lab, it’s clear as day he has something to do with it too.
Gast: Then, the fact that we need to wear these costumes was his idea?
Marion: That I can’t say. Although Victor did mention he’d like to wrap things up for the LOM or something along these lines…
Ren: …This doesn’t make any kind of sense.
Marion: Either way, let’s go.
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Nova: Happy unbirthday~
Victor: Congratulations
Nova: Yaaay~!
Marion: ….N-Nova? What are you wearing on your head--
Nova: C’mon don’t just stand at the entrance, sit, sit
Marion: O-okay…
Gast: Oh, there’s buncha sweets and snacks on the table
Nova: Yes, these are my-... no, the March Hare’s pride and joy!
Marion: March Hare… Ah, that’s why you’re wearing rabbit ears, huh
Victor: Ren, these cookies have a curious taste to them, they’re delicious.
Ren: No, cookies aren’t…
Victor: It’s alright. They’re the kind you’ll also be able to eat.
Ren: ….?
Gast: Uooh!? T-this salmon bagel’s… delicious, but also sweet…
Nova: Oh, you sure didn’t wait with taking a bite~ All of these are my pride and joy, my cooking will turn your taste buds upside down♪
Ren: Upside down? Then, these cookies…
Ren: ……
Ren: Not, sweet… Yummy…
Victor: Fufu, exactly as I told you, no?
Victor: While these cookies over here also look sweet at first glance, they’re actually bitter ones.
Ren: ….I can eat these too, then
Marion: E-even though they looked appetizing because of their sweetness…
Nova: Same goes for the tea, I’ve prepared all kinds of strange herb teas, like gymnema tea where the sweet flavour fades away
Marion: Isn’t there any normal tea?
Nova: Normal!? You won’t be finding any of that here! It’s a mad tea party after all.
Marion: ……..
Gast: Y’know, I did think somethin’ was up. Where did the idea to invite us to a tea party with sweets ‘n all come from?
Nova: I wanted to go all out with surprising everyone.
Gast: ? Then, Doc just got caught up in--
Victor: Ah, Gast, I don’t recommend eating those cookies. They’ll explode.
Gast: The hell you putting somethin’ that dangerous with the others for!
Ren: Oh, these are the ones the drones got attacked with
Victor: Yes, they were of great use during the LOM. While created to be served as a weapon, they were more or less made with edible ingredients.
Nova: Fufu, looks like Vic’s enjoying himself too
Marion: ……..
Nova: Vic’s been so immersed in researching lately, no way he wouldn’t wanna take a break.
Nova: Doesn’t this just make it a nice change of pace for him, to soothe his mind by taking it easy and spending some time with you guys?
Marion: No, not at all.
Nova: Eeeh, don’t deny me like that-
Victor: My apologies, everyone, seeing these cookies reminded me of something I must do, thus I’ll be returning to my laboratory. Pardon me.
Marion: …….See
Nova: Ahaha… You gotta be kidding me, Vic~
Marion: If anything, that’s the kind of person he is.
Ren: What now? The one that invited us left.
Gast: Haha, we’re here after all so let’s just keep the party goin’
Nova: Exactly. And Vic might come back here at some point
Marion: …..He won’t. Not in a million years.
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The Great Vanishing Fiasco: A Cheshire Cat's Tail of Invisibility
Oh, hello there! You've caught me at a most opportune moment. I was just reminiscing about that one time I caused a bit of a stir - a vanishing act gone hilariously awry, leading to my unexpected expertise in the realm of invisibility cloaks. Do sit down, make yourself invisible - I mean, comfortable - and allow me to regale you with my tale.
It all began on a particularly lazy afternoon in Wonderland. You know, the kind where the sun dapples through the trees, and one is prone to mischievous thoughts. Well, as fate would have it, I found myself in possession of a rather peculiar item: a prototype invisibility cloak. How did I come by it, you ask? Let's just say a certain forgetful rabbit dropped it, and I, in my infinite curiosity, couldn't resist the temptation.
Now, as anyone in Wonderland will tell you, I'm not one for following instructions. So, without much ado, I draped the cloak over my shoulders, expecting to vanish on the spot. But, oh, the irony! Instead of becoming invisible, everything else did! Trees, flowers, even the Mad Hatter's tea table - all gone from sight, leaving me in a blank void. Imagine my surprise! There I was, a Cheshire Cat with a grin wide enough to rival the moon, stranded in an invisible Wonderland.
Amid my confusion, I stumbled upon a group of scientists from the outside world. They had been researching invisibility cloaks and, as luck would have it, had found themselves lost in Wonderland. Their leader, a bewildered physicist with a penchant for mismatched socks, was particularly perplexed by their predicament. "How on earth did we end up here?" he kept muttering, adjusting his spectacles in a way that reminded me of a caterpillar I knew.
In a stroke of genius - or perhaps sheer whimsy - I approached them, offering my assistance. "Dear scientist," I began, with a twinkle in my eye, "I believe you're in need of a guide through the peculiarities of invisibility cloaks." You should have seen his face, a picture of befuddlement, as he agreed to my offer. So, there we were: a team of scientists and a mischievous cat, embarking on an impromptu adventure through the science of vanishing.
As I led them through the invisible landscape, I shared my newfound knowledge, weaving tales of bending light, metamaterials, and quantum mechanics. "Imagine," I said, "manipulating light as if it were a river, flowing around a stone. That's the essence of invisibility!" They scribbled notes furiously, hanging on my every word, which, I must admit, was rather flattering.
We delved into discussions about refraction and reflection, with me demonstrating how light could be tricked, much like a game of hide and seek. "Light is a chatty creature," I explained, "always revealing what it touches. But what if we could convince it to keep a secret?" The physicist's eyes gleamed with understanding, as if a light bulb had flicked on in his head.
Our journey took a whimsical turn when we explored optical illusions. "Invisibility is the ultimate trick of the eye," I mused, vanishing and reappearing for dramatic effect. "It's about blending into the background, like a chameleon or a cleverly painted caterpillar." The scientists nodded, their theories evolving with each step we took.
Quantum mechanics, however, was where things got truly interesting. "In the quantum world, particles can be in multiple places at once," I said, simultaneously appearing beside each scientist, causing a few to jump in surprise. "Imagine harnessing that for invisibility!"
Our exploration was not without its ethical dilemmas. The physicist, ever the thinker, pondered the implications. "What about privacy and trust?" he asked. "Invisibility could be used for nefarious purposes." I nodded sagely, acknowledging the weight of his words. "With great power," I quipped, "comes great responsibility."
As our adventure drew to a close, the cloak's effect began to wane, and Wonderland reappeared around us. The scientists, now enlightened and a little less bewildered, prepared to leave, their minds buzzing with ideas. "Thank you, Cheshire Cat," the physicist said, shaking my paw. "You've given us much to think about."
And so, my dear listener, that's how I became an accidental expert on invisibility cloaks. A tale of curiosity, whimsy, and a touch of serendipity. As they say in Wonderland, sometimes you find the adventure, and sometimes the adventure finds you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment with a certain rabbit about a missing cloak. Ta-ta, and remember, not everything is as visible as it seems!
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Fit in? No, I don't fit in. For starters, I don't even like school. I wanna drop out, be like xiao from "hello, hello", go to france and blow up the eiffel tower. I want to invent a whole magic system and then use to dive into the ocean, discover the lost city of Atlantis. Make love to the mermaids. I want to go to New York and make a movie, buy a magician hat and go play violin in a square. "Hey lady, pick a card" but my smile is poisonous. I want to learn all the languages in the world. I want to take my hat and go to wonderland have tea with the mad hatter, while we discuss the lives and deaths of centipedes. I want to go to Paris and dive at the Senne at night, because no one is watching and only then I am true. Now tell me, are those the thoughts of a person who fits in?
I'll probably just go to college.
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wonderland
or: there’s not a single hatter in all three realms, mad or otherwise, who could hold a candle to one of barbatos’ tea parties.
the obligatory barbatos-likes-tea post. our aesthetic today is all about fantasy finery, pastel colours and white marble and gold leaf - think 18th and 19th century continental high society, rococo, chinoiserie, trompe-lœil, all ruffles and lace and brocade… gn!reader, giddy romantic fluff as far as the eye can see. no content warnings, although some description of food towards the end. barbatos making the most of a warm, spring afternoon in 2000 words or less.
“yes, the gardens really are lovely, aren’t they?
it’s finally springtime in the devildom, which in barbatos’ mind means one thing: tea parties.
(well, actually, it means quite a lot of things - the start of the social season, finalising budgets, the uptick in state banquets, approving festival timetables… all those things that the master of the royal household has to oversee. so in a very real sense, spring is probably the busiest time for poor barbatos, but for argument’s sake, he’d say the thing that he likes best about the spring would be the tea parties.)
now, barbatos is not one to be outdone when it comes to tea parties, and this year’s affairs are particularly special, what with the exchange programme and all. royal garden parties are generally quite impressive matters, with some thousands of guests coming to the palace.
the exchange students are often - at the young master’s request - invited too, which has worked surprisingly well in terms of endearing them to the devildom nobility.
(the exchange students’ expedition to majolish in search of morning dress, organised with military precision by asmodeus, had also been unexpectedly successful - only two members of staff had been reduced to tears, and neither had been hospitalised or magically incapacitated, which is a damn sight fewer than most of asmo and solomon’s visits there.)
in any case, this particular tea party is of a very different kind to usual. normally, small tea parties of this sort will have a handful of guests, there to propose ideas or discuss matters with diavolo in a less intimidating setting than the main audience chamber. a little less formal, but still very much a business affair.
the difference here? the host this time is not diavolo, but barbatos, and there is only one guest - you.
the young master is currently attending to business in the sixth circle, and has brought lucifer along with him. as far as barbatos is concerned, this is excellent news - now, you can spend as long as you like at the palace, with no diavolo to summon him and no lucifer to call you home for dinner!
he’d called you as soon as he could, and it’s a good thing it wasn’t a video call, or you might have seen how out of breath he was from rushing back to his room with the good news.
“hello, mc. it’s wonderful to hear your voice, and i’m glad to hear that you’re well. i’m simply calling to see if you would be available for tea this saturday? the young master is away at the moment, but i thought you might like to come and see the palace gardens in spring - the head gardener assures me that this year’s sirensong hydrangeas are the most magnificent she’s had yet. yes, yes, of course… shall we say half past one? yes, there will be plenty of poison strawberry tarts… wonderful! i look forward to it already. take care, now…”
saturday has come at last, bright and comfortably warm, and barbatos has spent the morning making arrangements for your visit. the southwestern gazebo (the little one, closest to the fire-lotus pond) has been meticulously cleaned, table set for afternoon tea, and the serving cart has been placed unobtrusively by the side of the table, enchanted to stay cool.
dressed and presentable, barbatos makes his way to the palace gates to meet you, and if his neatly gloved hands are trembling just a little bit? well, that’s nobody’s business but his own.
(the head gardener, who is terrifying at the best of times, has also told her team that “right, the little human is coming for tea this afternoon - yes, the one that master barbatos is sweet on - and if i hear that any of you have put so much as one claw out of line, you’ll have him to answer to!”.)
(funnily enough, you don’t see a single gardener the whole time you’re there - it’s like they’ve all disappeared? when you ask barbatos about it, he just smiles wryly and says “think nothing of it, dear. they’re very discreet, is all.”)
oh, and when he sees you at the gate? if you’d been paying any less attention, you might have missed it - the way the rhythm of his steps quickens just slightly, the way his eyes brighten as he takes in your striking form. asmo must have had a hand in dressing you, or perhaps satan with his eye for romance? either way, you’re a vision in loveliness, dripping in soft lace and tasteful jewels, looking for all the world like you’ve stepped straight out of the court of versailles and into his arms.
“mc, what a delight to see you. was your journey from the house of lamentation alright?”
it hadn’t been that bad - the twins had walked you here, beel departing about two-thirds of the way in to head to fangol practice. belphie had brought you the rest of the way, chattering about mammon’s bedhead this morning (it had been quite impressively bad), and tomorrow’s episode of ‘starry sky travel guide’ (you’re going to watch it together after dinner).
“good, i’m glad. i hope you aren’t too tired from the walk - i thought we might explore the gardens for a little while before we have some tea. is that alright with you?”
you agree enthusiastically, taking his offered arm with a beatific smile, and the rest of the world falls away.
the pair of you spend a decent chunk of the afternoon wandering through the vastness of the palace gardens, taking in each other’s company. there’s far too much to see in a single afternoon, but barbatos makes sure to show you his favourite places - you marvel at the beauty of the hellfire rose garden, and wow, it turns out that the name ‘snapdragons’ is, um, much more literal in the devildom!
the sirensong hydrangeas are just as incredible as promised, soft puffs of colour beckoning gently to you from across the lawns, but it’s the azaleas by entrance of the hedge maze that really catch your eye.
“these are actually of the same family as the ones you might be familiar with from the human world, although the magically-rich soil has no doubt led to some evolutionary differences. they’re known as ‘madness blooms’ here, and they’re a key ingredient in lunatic pudding…"
"the reason for the name change? well, i don’t know if you’ve had the pleasure of meeting azazel yet, but i assure you he can be quite the narcissist - he was to one to bring them to the human world for the first time, and insisted that they be named after him…”
you wind your way through the gardens a little more, past the shadow chrysanthemums, not noticing that barbatos’ eyes never seem to stray from you, you, you. the comforting weight of your arm in his, the way you rest your head on his shoulder as you sit and watch the dancing fountains, how your eyes crinkle when you laugh at an especially scathing remark of his (perhaps at the expense of mephistopheles’ dignity, but it’s not like he’ll ever hear it).
he’s seen these gardens a million times, and he’s sure he’ll see them a million more, but they’ve never been so breathtaking as they are now, with the flowers bending to hear the ring of your laughter, with your shadow mixed with his. he’s a little giddy, a little hazy as he soaks in your company - barbatos is drunk on you, and the indulgence of your company in the warm, bright moonlight.
perhaps it’s luck, or perhaps barbatos’ famed preparedness, that steers you both effortlessly to the gazebo just as you’re starting to feel a bit too tired. the day is warm and just a little humid, and while the moonlight is lovely, you’d really like to sit in the shade now.
barbatos smoothly pulls your chair out for you to sit down, carrying on your conversation as he swiftly transfers the contents of the serving cart onto the table.
everything looks delicious - the finger sandwiches all fresh and soft, the scones round and tempting, the little cakes and pastries begging you to reach out and take one. oh, it’s like something out of satan’s romance novels that he swears he doesn’t read, and you can tell at once that everything has been made by barbatos’ patient hand.
plus, he’s been generous enough to make you an extra little dish of those poison strawberry tarts you like - he’d served them at solomon’s birthday party and you’d immediately taken a shine to them, much to lucifer’s amusement. ugh, they’re just as good today as they were before, and you make sure to compliment him liberally for it.
“ah, really…? well, i’m pleased to see that they live up to expectations, although i do hope they don’t steal your heart before i myself have a chance to.”
damn, he’s really good at this. you smother your flustered half-reply with another bite of pastry, but you can see that you’re not the only one trying to keep your composure - there’s the beginnings of a gentle blush high on his cheekbones, and you know he fiddles with his gloves like this whenever you reach forward to brush the strands of teal out of his face, or hug him for just a bit longer than might be proper.
tea with barbatos is like another world, just the two of you chatting and laughing among the flowers, lips sticky with sweetness and hands entwined underneath the table. you think, idly, that you could stay like this forever - this golden afternoon, in the silvery warmth of the devildom moonlight, fire-lotuses bobbing on the surface of the pond and poison apple trees swaying in the gentle breeze.
and maybe you do, maybe you do stay here forever, suspended in your honeyed slice of paradise, still and content to spend an eternity by his side - how else will you explain the way you’ll dream of this day, of this moment, for so many nights after it’s gone?
alas, all good things must come to an end, and the regretful tilt of barbatos’ head when you say as much suggests he agrees. ever the gentleman (gentledemon?), barbatos insists on bringing you home, escorting you right to the entrance of the house of lamentation. your arm never once leaves his, and it’s with no small sorrow that you turn to bid him goodbye.
“mc, i… thank you so much for agreeing to spend today with me. your company is as delightful as ever, and we’ll have to do this more often, hmm? i’ll see you at RAD on monday, but until then, enjoy the rest of your weekend, my darling.”
as he’s speaking, you gather up your courage - before he can leave, you lean in and quickly press a soft kiss to his jaw, blurting out a hasty farewell and dashing inside before you do anything more embarrassing. you lean against the door, heart racing and lips tingling, and wonder how on earth you’re meant to function when he’s so… like that.
after a few seconds of catching your breath, you head upstairs to get changed - as good as you look, you’d rather not go to dinner all dressed up like this. better to keep the magic of this afternoon for yourself.
it’s a shame, really. if only you’d stayed on the doorstep just a little bit longer, you might have seen the way barbatos blinks in shock, fingers coming up to brush your kiss as if he might press it into his skin. you might have seen him sway just slightly, eyes unfocused and lovestruck smile pulling at his lips. you might have seen him walking back down the path to the gate, a tiny stumble in his step and his heart all aflutter.
“oh, my sweetheart, i…”
never mind. you’ll see it next time.
this is an original work by @gingerbreadmonsters - please do not repost or misattribute
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Van der Linde Gang - Halloween Costumes (Modern AU) 🎃👻🦇
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Arthur: Thor (MCU). He's a secret sucker for Marvel and bought a movie-accurate Thor cosplay months ago in anticipation (Ragnarok version, he's not wearing a wig no matter how much the girls beg him).
John: Eric Draven. Brandon Lee is hero and The Crow is his favourite movie. Abigail did his make-up, of course.
Dutch: Gomez Addams. Annoyingly, the look really suits him.
Molly: Morticia Addams. She looks as ethereally beautiful as you'd imagine, which is good because there's no way she was letting anyone else be Morticia.
Hosea: Vampire, the classic aesthetic: cloak, white shirt, high collar, slicked back hair. He's probably the only one who could still make it look cool.
Javier: Vampire, but the cool Lost Boys type: leather jacket, sunglasses, boots, he even arrives at the party on a motorcycle.
Charles: Clark Kent. Superman t-shirt just visible under his shirt and jacket. He's all about the subtle costumes and feels a bit silly wearing fake glasses, but it's a big hit.
Karen, Tilly and Mary-Beth: the Sanderson sisters. I'll let you decide who's who.
Kieran: Jack Skellington. He loves Tim Burton films and hoped his costume would impress Mary-Beth (it did!).
Sean: Pennywise. Thinks his name is actually It.
Micah: basically any horror slasher - Michael, Jason, Freddie, whoever. His costume is very detailed and he enjoys hiding around the house trying to scare people. Charles eventually punched him in the nose after finding him hiding in the shower.
Abigail: Catwoman. John is thrilled.
Sadie: genderbent Indiana Jones, but somehow even hotter.
Bill: mummy. He wrapped the bandages around his head too tight and had to beg Susan to cut him out of it so he could eat his candy.
Uncle: doesn't bother with a costume except a headband that makes it look like he's got an axe lodged in his skull. Walks around the party saying "can I AXE you a question?" and having to sit down every time because he's laughing so hard.
Susan: witch. Think of Jessica Lange in AHS Coven. Sleek black dress, cigarette, heels and a pointy hat. Flawless.
Jack: pirate. He loves Jack Sparrow and begged Abigail to help him put eyeliner on.
Pearson: wizard. Blue hat and cloak, staff and a comically long fake beard.
Strauss: Victor Frankenstein. From his native Austria, Leopold figured it would be a pleasingly meta costume. Which would have been fine, but everyone thought he was a dentist.
Swanson: Frankenstein's monster. At least that was the plan, but when discussing the joint costumes with Strauss, Orville misunderstood and also turned up as Victor.
Trelawny: The Mad Hatter. Turns up in a beautiful, colourful outfit, complete with a tea set and "tea" (absinthe).
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the younger sibling of the cheshire cat pt 2
Sometimes when you fancy yourself a treat and don't have the energy to steal from the Queen you head over to the March Hare and Mad Hatters tea party and sit in one of the chairs and wait until one of the hooligans notices your presence. And the one to realize that you are there is surprisingly the Dormouse, they could smell the steans of a mistuves felin from a mile away. The Dormouse was hesitant at first but when they saw your wicked smile they let out an ear piercing scream alerted the previously singing fools and chaos erupted. You however watched in amusement at your work as the Mad Hatter and the March Hare tried to catch the Dormouse. After a while it got quite boring, so you took the treat you came for and left with a peap in your paws. You and the Cheshire cat were never really invited to their tea party because of this reason, but that didn't mean that it didn't leave a salty taste in your mouth. The Cheshire cat knows that look in your face and scolds you in a joking manner but he couldn't be any prouder. Like brother, like sister I guess.
Sometimes you will end each other's sentences, whether that is on purpose is anybody's guess.
You both love playing mind games with anyone you meet, no one is safe, not even the Queen but that should be obvious by now.
Believe it or not both of you are great listeners but the way you convey your opinion on the matter sounds like you don't have a clue.
The residents of wonderland are lucky that you both have limits to your chaos, but yours is much more flexible. But sometimes Cheshire doesn't have the same energy as you do when it comes to this.
You like to sleep on the open gras as the sun shines down upon you but be expected to be rudely woken up by someone that got caught in the crossfire of your chaos.
Cheshire would never expose your weak side to anyone but that doesn't stop him from being annoying about it, unless it's serious. Like I discussed in the previous headcanon thingi.
As much as he would sacrifice his life for you he would also just as much sell you soul for a cornchip.
Often in big gatherings when one of you is spotted the other is close nearby. Both of you are inseparable when among the many residents of wonderland. half of them being victims of your trix.
Remember when I compared you to the orange kitten? Well I've got some insight on that. The moment you find a room full of art supplies and paint, oh this place is gonna be in ruen. RIP to whoever owns the place. Knocking buckets full of paint off of high places is so satisfying, just watching the bright color splatter across the floor making the concrete (or whatever floor tile thingi) stand out more. Making a water slide out of paint and sliding down it while getting paint all over your furr. You walk on the sealing, on the walls, brush yourself against multiple pieces of furniture and role yourself on the floor. If your brother is there then he will definitely use you as a paint roller. It makes you all dizzy but it's fun. And to end your terror you finish off by planting your face in a multitude of colors and make the Cheshire cat™ stampe on the wall, with a grinning face and all.
None of you have a coherent sleep pattern which means that sometimes you will be so cunfertibole that you will sleep through a whole day(s). Your brother, however, has a bit more control over his sleep schedule and won't hesitate to rudely wake you up if it's an important event. Or just for shits and giggles.
You are the equivalent of Chaotic neutral and your brother is true neutral.
Sometimes yet not often you will visit the library (or whoever has one) and try to read. But you have the attention span of a goldfish and the next few hours will be spent just looking at the pictures and making a story out of that. Or zoning out and just making a world in your head from the first thing that popped into your mind. It makes you frustrated however and it can lead to you ripping the pages and feeling kinda guilty afterwards. The Cheshire cat notices this and tries to come up with ways to help you but in a subtle way, you know how he is. Like reading the stories out loud to you before sleep, or try to reenact the scene from the story into real life.
If both of you had your own theme songs then yours would be “excited troublesome little calico cat theme”. And the Cheshire cats would be “Ghost Story Cat Theme” on youtube. Or like his actual song that got cut out of the movie called “i'm odd”.
As a creature of the wild hunt it's natural for your instinct to kick in now and agen, for example, marking territory via scratching on trees. Or pounding at fast moving things, like tree branches or someone's tail. Guess whos. These things don't happen all at once but rather as bursts of actions. It's like when I flap my hands when I get excited or bounce my leg under the table when I look at something that makes me happy.
Sometimes, but not often you will use your cuteness as a kitten to your advantage. Like if you get in an argument or when you get into trouble, most people's response is to aww at your cuteness but Cheshire has seen it so many times that it's more of a reminder of how young you are compared to him. (he's kinda jealous that you can get away so easily)
Both of you have a ball trying to one up each other with how bizarre you can change your shape or see how far you can go without your head. Cheshire is a master at this but he enjoys making you think that you have a chance against him. Just when you think you have done it. Cheshire will come up with an even more ridiculous way to change his body's structure to look like nothing you've seen before, it's creative and a terrifying sight, like a creature out of a fever dream. The first time he did it, it scared you, kinda but after a few hundred times you've become familiar with it.
Sometimes both of you like to sing your hearts out in the moonlight, not caring if all of wonderland hears you.
The world is your playground and you're going to make it known to everyone >:)
link to my Quotev https://www.quotev.com/story/13799094/The-colorful-ferris-wheel-of-my-writings
#Alice in wonderland#Cheshire cat#siblings#my writing#cheshire cat x reader#Alice in wonderland headcanons#cheshire cat headcanons#platonic
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THE IMPOSTER CROWN - 27. MONSTER GIRLS AND WICKED BOYS
Part 27 of "The Imposter Crown" (Link to Masterpost and AO3)
A Jurdannet Folktober 2021 Story by hazelsheartsworn
Jurdannet Folktober 2021 - Day 27. Monster Girls And Wicked Boys @jurdannet @jurdannetrevels
Read Part 27 Below or on AO3! Word Count: 1851
Read Part 26 (Tumblr, AO3) or Read Part 28 (Tumblr, AO3)
Summary: Tonight, follow Cardan's POV and what happens when Balekin forces him to party with the Court of Grackles. How does Jude handle this snag in her plans?
<CARDAN POV>
I feel the hair on my arms raise when Balekin’s hand clamps onto my neck. It’s not the gentle parental guidance of a mother cat holding a kitten by its scruff. Balekin holds me like prey in a predator’s grasp. He’s strong enough that his hand feels like some animal’s jaws, and if I move too much he’ll thrash me around to disorient me.
I stand stock still, waiting for Balekin to speak. I have spent my most recent years dancing around his threats and barbs, slowly building up my resistance to them. I like to think myself invulnerable, but he has a habit of finding ways to poke holes in whatever shields I put up.
“Little Brother,” Balekin rasps, “I’ve sought high and low for you.” I risk turning my head to look at him, seeing a face so similar to mine. Balekin wears a thin silver circlet over his dark silky hair, the contrast sets the silver to gleaming. Something about it irks me deeply. A voice within me rails, how dare he wear any crown ! Odd, I’ve never protested what Balekin wears since he taught me much about fashion when he took me in.
“Come, let us dine, dear brother, we have much to discuss and accomplish tonight.” He uses the vice grip on my neck to pull me toward the door. I steal a quick glance in my peripheral vision to warn Jude off. Only because I don’t want her to see me vulnerable, of course. She stands just far enough to not be noticed. She looks wary, as if she recognizes the threatening power Balekins holds over me. I remember she said she didn’t want to be caught by my brother and my chest seized with sympathy. Perhaps that explains part of my obsession with her, a healthy fear of stronger, violent, and capricious beings. But she also balks when she should bend the knee. She smiles back in the face of danger, baring all her teeth and revealing her own nastiness. But she doesn’t know Balekin as I do, her fear is valuable right now.
I make a discrete shoo-ing motion with my hand. I watch her eyes dart down to watch the movement and return to my eyes, asking if I’m sure. I blink slowly, yes. She nods and backs away slowly, disappearing down the hall. I wonder if she’ll return to my rooms. My pants tighten at the thought of her, waiting for me in my bed.
It’s another Grackles fête. Debauch fully served and turned inside out. Folk seeking pleasure of any manner. Some crave the bliss of nevermore and wine, happy to sprawl somewhere and contemplate the enormous miracle of their own hands. Others fancy social contact, both conversational and physical. Locke always enjoys these circles, where participants weave stories and riddles among them, changing seats and partners like the Mad Hatter’s tea party. Some Folk, like Valerian, seek their pleasure and stimulation from others violently. They usually sneak off to specific rooms upstairs set up for sadism, but occasionally blood spills here before they can make it there.
Wine pours forth freely and human servants keep buffet tables filled with trays of decadent food and desserts. It’s odd to watch the whole scene without partaking in it, cataloging the movements of everyone around the room, finding the patterns in everyone’s mannerisms. I want to keep myself on the outside of this, uneasy about being here, under Balekin’s thumb.
But as I so often do, I know the need to blend in to survive, to pretend the fool so I meet everyone’s underestimation of me. So I do that, grabbing goblets and seeming to drain them, instead of taking a sip and pouring my drink out into a potted plant. I let my body flow loosely, appearing clumsy and drunk. Let all assume I am partying without a care, when all I can really think about is getting back to my rooms and tying Jude to my bed to keep her there.
I’m thoroughly committing to my charade when I catch a buxom servant carrying pastries to a table. I’ve stared long enough at that ass that I can easily recognize the curvature through the dumpy frock. Jude slips into the banquet hall with a tray of pastries, as if to replenish the table. I cannot help myself, a moth drawn to its bright destruction. I veer toward her, sloshing liquid over the sides of my cup. I stay sloppy, crossing my legs over one another in a slow saunter until, aw Mab’s tit , I trip myself up.
It’s as though everything slows down, as I feel my body careen head first to the floor. Jude sees me and drops the entire platter of sweetened pastries, I can’t help but smile that I’ve earned her attention. Somehow, inexplicably, I drop the goblet as my arms push out to support me. Rather than smash my head on the stone floor, I roll through a somersault, ending on my back sprawled in whatever detritus coats the floor. Nothing is hurt, just my pride if I weren’t acting an inebriated buffoon anyway.
Jude rushes to my side, checking my body for injuries. Does she even know that a glamoured mortal would never break from their task, especially to look after the disgrace that I am? Does she care for me that much? My skin feels hot all of a sudden. Then Jude touches my tail, which has escaped my clothing in my tumble.
Every muscle on my body tenses at the sensation of her fingers dragging along it, at the tickle of her separating the tuft at the end of it. She runs her hand along the length one more time, snagging on some thread wound around it that I never noticed before.
But before anything can happen, Jude is forcibly dragged away from me. By Balekin himself.
“Oh little mouse,” he whispers menacingly, “you’ve fallen right into a cat’s den. Tsk. Tsk. You should be more careful. But since we have you, it’s time for us to play!” I can tell how deeply his fingers dig into her arms, she’s sure to bruise. Jude, smart as she is, yields to his commands. I sit up and brush off the mess and crumbs from my clothes.
“Come here, Cardan.” Balekin has taken on his imperious tone from my “improvement lessons.” None of this will be good. I obey, rising from the floor and crossing to where Balekin holds Jude hostage. Some part of me knows I’ll do anything to negotiate her freedom, that I’ve done it before already. When have I orchestrated Jude’s liberation?
“This mortal sought to sneak into our home and either steal from us or spy. Such a misdeed must be punished, as you know, brother. Let us continue your own education. You will punish her.” He lays this out like a teacher’s lesson.
I step forward as if to carry out his plans, but I simply can’t. Jude means something to me and harming her goes against my very soul, I think. As I stand there, contemplating this turmoil churning inside me, I hear a voice echo in my head. No , it commands.
When it’s obvious I won’t make a move against her, Balekin curls his hand into a fist and delivers a swift punch right into her gut. She doubles over in pain and Balekin lets go of her arms to let her fall to the floor. Every part of me is tense, my muscles taught, rage roaring over every sensible thought in my head. I want to hurt someone, but it’s Balekin, the hateful bully. We stare at each other, eyes glittering with animosity for one another.
Jude, clever Jude, turns the blow into her luck. She spins from the floor and before I know it, she’s unsheathed a sword and dagger from under her skirts. She holds them out at each of us, the golden sword toward my brother and the odd dagger toward me. Before Balekin can make a move, she swings the dagger at me. I cannot help how I cringe away from her, but she aims the dagger at my tail. Even with my movement, her dagger tracks it with unerring precision. But I don’t feel any pain.
When she stops moving, we all look at what she’s done. Her dagger is poised above my tail, tugging at that odd thread she found earlier. Why does she care about this thread? Other than jerking my tail when she pulls on it, I don’t see its purpose. But Balekin looks alarmed, clearly upset that Jude has found this weird ornamentation on me. He starts forward, but stops when she threatens him with the sword once more.
She continues to hold the sword aloft as well as the dagger, but she moves behind me. I see the glint of the golden blade from the corner of my eye as it begins to move. I hear the blade draw slowly across metal. Is she dragging the sword along the dagger-- why? There’s a sound, like the breaking of stretched hair, like the tinny screech on a violin string, and then the pull on my tail goes slack.
At the same time, a deafening cry sounds out in my brain. I clutch at my head in pain and I think the whole room goes black. There’s screeching elsewhere in the room, perhaps? I can feel Jude’s solid presence next to me and it grounds me. Jude is cupping my face in her hands, but it doesn’t seem romantic. She’s rubbing something all over my face. It smells of earth, like the earth itself. Jude is rubbing dirt all over my face and, when I open my eyes to take her in, she’s rubbing it over her face too. Smeared with soil, she presses her forehead to mine, sweet and intimate.
“Remember,” she urges me. “Remember everything, my king, my husband, my Cardan.” She presses a soft sad kiss to my lips, grit slipping between our lips and into our mouths.
Memories flood me all at once, of becoming High King, of hating and losing and loving Jude, of sending her away and fighting to get her back, of changing my kingdom for the better, of earning back the love of my life. I remember Jude’s fight to keep her crown, of everything plaguing Elfhame with the rise of this Red Rogue.
“I always wondered if you would be my cure,” I smile, snatching her chin in my fingers. Emotion overwhelms me as I think of all she’s done to save Elfhame, to save us.
Our reunion is interrupted by a terrible cackling. It grates my ears and the room shudders with it. Light returns to the room and Balekin stands before us still. But I watch in horror as he begins to tremble. He twitches, his limbs to akimbo, and his features all change.
I watch Balekin morph into the Red Rogue, who watches us like a spider who’s caught two fat insects in its web.
@laequiem, you made my night so much better by making me laugh and supporting me while writing tonight!
#jurdannetfolktober2021#jurdannetrevels#jurdannet#jurdan#jurdan fanfic#tfota#tfota fanfic#jude duarte#cardan greenbriar#the cruel prince#the wicked king#the queen of nothing#the folk of the air#balekin greenbriar#the villain finally makes an appearance!#cardan pov#we are getting to the finale Folks!#b writes into the void#my folktober fic
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